PROJECT FREELANCER: SQUAD ECHO
Chapter 2
"It looks like you were successful with your assignment." "Yes sir." "I have something special for your whole squad. It is fragments of a second AI that we created. You shall tell no-one of this, or you will suffer the consequences." "Yes sir."
"This new AI, how come no one has heard about it?" Alaska asked Jersey. "Keep your fucking voice down, Idaho is next door!" "And why did they give it to us?" Alaska said, refusing to reply to Jersey. "Well, we did just take down Zitech. They could destroy our HQ, but we got them first." Virginia replied. "Well I guess so, but still. We can't tell anyone one?" "Think, dumbass!" Ohio said impatiently. "Well what the fuck does my Tau do?" Alaska asked. "Hey Jersey, hack into freelancer's data to check."
"Tau: A technical AI. Can help decoding, rewiring or things meaning the same." Jersey explained. "How about Omicron?" Ohio said. "Omicron: A tactical AI. Can help with missions that include stealth or co-ordination. There is some information that has been removed." "How about Ka—" "Echo, what are you doing?" The director was standing at the door. "Just checking up. You know, like… Knowing what these do." Alaska replied. "By hacking into Freelancer's Data?" "Well obviously" Ohio said. The director shot Ohio, and gave the gun to Alaska. Idaho, Oregon, Tennessee, Iowa and Kansas ran into the room. "You shot Ohio?" Oregon exclaimed. "It wasn't me it, it was the Di-Director." "Enough! I am not a fighter, and why would I shoot him? He is part of my project! Guards. Take Ohio to the First Aid center and lock Alaska in his jail."
"You're squad will not be operational until Ohio is better." "How about Alaska?" Virginia asked. "Well we'll see what happens to him."
"That director is a dick!" Jersey told Virginia. "Come on, let's go to the prison cells." Alaska took his helmet, threw it on the ground and cracked it. He was in a prison suit and he did not look very happy. Jersey went up to the prison bars and kicked it, making a dent. "Give me your gun." Alaska told Jersey. Jersey passed his pistol to Alaska. Alaska pulled the tag off and made sure that there was no evidence that this was Jersey's. He left it on his table.
The next day the Director came into the Freelancer Prison. "What's this? A gun? You will have to go to the UNSC Maximum Security Detention Center." Alaska quietly whispered 'yes' to himself. The Director got the guards to take him out. They grabbed him firmly. When they were walking to the door he broke free and escaped the building. He ran outside and got rid of his prison clothes. He washed them and then he walked away.
Jersey and Virginia heard the news about Alaska, as well as everyone. They sent a squad to go find him. Jersey, Virginia, Idaho, Oregon, Tennessee, Iowa and Kansas were not allowed to be part of the squad because they could go rouge as well. Nevada, Utah and Montana were sent instead. They had to send a squad because Alaska could be equipped with weapons, and Alaska is a skilled soldier.
"Has anyone seen a man that looks like this?" Utah shouted into the crowd. They were only a mile away from Alaska's position. Due to the technology, they were able to trace Alaska because of the gun he left on his table. "I saw him, he was in a market called 'Gregoes Fruit Market'. "Fruit, huh? Why would he need fruit?" Nevada whispered.